"It happens."
How it happened
It was a party. A slumber party.
There were more people than there should be, but less than the actual limit.
As the people-pleaser, I stroll into the kitchen, silently reciting the requested drinks.
He was there. Just standing. In his maroon hoodie.
I didn't mind too much as I collected all the drinks, but just as I reached out for the last Mountain Dew, he reached out as well, resulting in a hand to arm contact.
His hand and my arm to be exact.
At least I was a millisecond faster and won.
"Sorry", I mumbled, feeling bad for this loser.
He grunt as response as I walk away from this mess.
"Wait", he catches my attention, "can I have that can?"
I turn around, "Um, I know what it looks like but I'm not drinking all this, these are for people and I'm so sorry and I would normally let you have it but I can't today. Maybe next time. Haha bye?"
I speed walked away from this even messier mess, leaving him with his loser reflexes and no Mountain Dew.
Needless to say I avoided him the whole night.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
M.
Ficciójust to document a nonexistent relationship. very uncool. very unexciting. maybe fantasy. maybe not all about you. might be crazy. might be about you.
